Fiction – Silent Sam

Silent Sam By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved The dinner plates were removed, and it was time for dessert, which was the usual cookies & tea, as Sam sat back, enjoying the home cooked meal. It was his usual appearance at Brad’s house, and like clockwork, he had shown up at 6pm, sat down, and ate dinner. Nothing unusual there, nor was the silence as he methodically...

February 27th, 2008 by Ian 

Fiction – Joe the Painter

Joe the Painter By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part of him wished he could have gone with his folks up to the cabin for the week, but then he had met Harley & Joe, the two painters his folks had hired to redo the living room and dining area. His disappointment at being asked to stay, to supervise, dissipated the instant he had laid eyes on Joe. Coming home...

February 23rd, 2008 by Ian 
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Fiction – Waiting for Jim

Waiting for Jim By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved It was crazy, totally implausible, yet here he was, once again standing at the bus stop, looking for that car to come cruising by. Wes knew, in his heart, that it was stupid, even a bit weird, to hope that a year later, he would find him again. Not like he really needed to hunt for a pick up, after all he was 20, had...

February 20th, 2008 by Ian 
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Declan from Blake Mason

The latest release from Blake Mason is Declan. Now this amateur 27 year old is just one of the many solo amateur males performing over at the Gay Membership Site, Blake Mason. In fact, he is just one of over 250 Exclusive studs wanking off. He has a shaved head, but his dick is not missing anything. He has an 8 inch uncut penis, for those who like their meat hooded, before popping to life. Blake Mason...

February 17th, 2008 by Ian 

Fiction – Rather Special Breed

Rather Special Breed By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Tony rolled over, and stared at the alarm clock. He saw the red numbers glaring, and felt very tired. It had been a long night, and the day was promising to be even longer, as well as stressful. Still, he couldn’t help but smile, as he curled up a little, under the covers. It might be a long day, but one that...

February 16th, 2008 by Ian 

Fiction – Friday Night’s Fare

Friday Night’s Fare By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Kenny lucked out, as he wheeled the battered old cab into the open spot, right smack in front of the door to the Gay Bar. He pushed a lock of his long blond hair back, off his face, and leaned back into the seat. He was early, but he’d wait, as Charles was one of his favourite fares. The man was nearly always...

February 13th, 2008 by Ian 

Fiction – Inventory Taking

Inventory Taking By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved   Conversation Color Code: To help make it easier to follow, I have color coded each person’s dialogue with a different color. The dialogue associated with each person is: RORY SETH CULLY Finally the last customer left, and they could begin the tedious process of taking inventory. Cully felt like just getting...

February 9th, 2008 by Ian 

Fiction – 15 Seconds

15 Seconds By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Tyler looked at the clock, and breathed out. He shook his head, as he pulled his pants back up and whistled as he tried once more, to see if he really good drop ‘em in less than 20 seconds. It was a pride thing, that he could unzip and be ready for the other guy, before the guy could even blink. Normally he would practice...

February 6th, 2008 by Ian 
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Fiction – Inside the Campaign

Inside the Campaign By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Ron watched as Paul undressed. He saw his firm buttocks held tightly in the pair of white jockey shorts. The lean back showed its ridges as Paul bent over to take off his socks. He had slipped his pants down, glancing over at Ron, smiling that smile that had started it all. Yet it made no sense. Here he was, a...

February 2nd, 2008 by Ian